Bluesummers wrote:
ebec11 wrote:
You're not a failure! If both my parents died (if you count my stepfather, as my father deserves to die for all the horrible things he's done to me and my siblings), I would be a miserable wreck for YEARS. I wouldn't be talking to people, I would be by myself and shut down.
Thank you for the kind words, but that does nothing more than to reassure my failure. It shouldn't matter what cross I bear, I have people to look out for, and I'm failing them at every turn.
I need to be stronger, yet I'm dying more and more every day. I may find an excuse for others to dwell upon, but I see the truth...I'm not who I need to be. I don't even know who that is.
Suffering builds character. I don't like the character I've become.
You might do some good from some therapy. It might help you remember your parents without feeling pain.
Don't think you're failing, everybody exeriences grief in different ways.
A book that might help (I've been reading it, although my father abandoned me, he didn't die) is 'How to Survive the Loss of a Love' by Harold H. Bloomfield, M.D., Melba Colgrove, Ph.D, and Peter McWilliams.